Agua, please

“Mommy, juice please?” the baby asked.

“Didn’t you just have some with dinner?” I inquired.

“Yes, but there’s nothing to drink,” she informed me.

“There’s milk and water,” I reminded her.

“Mommy, there’s no water.”

“What do you mean, there’s no water?”

Rowan walked into the kitchen. “Mommy, there’s no water. Look,” she interjected, then walked to the pantry and opened it to show me the empty spot where the bottles of water usually sit.

“So there’s no water in the house?” I asked the girls.

“No,” they said emphatically.

“What comes out of the faucet?” I questioned.

Blank stares.

“What comes out of the faucet?” I repeated. Are you kidding me?! “Water. Water, guys. Water comes out of the faucet, so we do have water.”

Blank stares.

I wasn’t sure what was worse that Oma has brainwashed my children so they think the only water that exists is water that comes pre-packaged in a bottle. Or that they couldn’t put a name to the liquid that comes out of the faucet.

I’m sure some ad exec would gleefully love to hear this story.